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Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corrine
Verse One:
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause you don't need him
And I ain't to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our from a and our a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Chorus
Ooooh things are gonna get easier
Ooooh things are gonna get brighter
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Verse Two:
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to ta me
He had me feelin black was tha thing to be
And tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we had enough
I huffed and about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my lost his whole family
It's take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still from gettin wet up
You know it's funny it rains and pours
They got for wars, but can't feed the poor
They say there ain't no hope for the and the truth is
ain't no hope for tha future
And then they why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up
Chorus
Verse Three:
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is down your cheeks
Ya hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your up
Verse One:
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause you don't need him
And I ain't to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our from a and our a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Chorus
Ooooh things are gonna get easier
Ooooh things are gonna get brighter
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Verse Two:
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to ta me
He had me feelin black was tha thing to be
And tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we had enough
I huffed and about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my lost his whole family
It's take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still from gettin wet up
You know it's funny it rains and pours
They got for wars, but can't feed the poor
They say there ain't no hope for the and the truth is
ain't no hope for tha future
And then they why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up
Chorus
Verse Three:
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is down your cheeks
Ya hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your up
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